Star rating: ****

It is very hard not to love Lucy, those cute dimples underneath the high cheekbones flanking that potty mouth which delivers salacious material about her genitalia and much more. Obsessive compulsive order seems to be a popular subject for stand-ups this year, but Porter's assertion that everyone who falls in love suffers from the disease to one extent or another is the sharpest of observations. Why else would we constantly check a mobile phone that would clearly ring or make some other irritating noise if anyone called or texted, and search for every possible interpretation of the most innocent, innocuous statement?

She is not so much a crowd surfer as a paddler, barefooted on stage, metaphorically skipping around the front rows for likely couples that might suit her comedic matchmaking purposes. The rest of the audience is invited to vote on whether key behaviours in Lucy's love life were the work of a reasonable, rational individual or certifiable nutter. To her delight, and possible surprise, most of the time they come down on the side of the former. But this seems entirely justified if she is witty enough to query how putting ice in cider suddenly makes it socially acceptable, and whether Jade Goody's plans for a white wedding will include a pointy hat with her dress.

She also claims that former Radio 1 DJ Dave Lee Travis touched her breasts. That's the title of next year's show taken care of, then.